Welcome to the fork.
It’s time to do some thinking,
And if you think it will be easy,
You haven’t the tiniest inkling.
I stand before you on this plaque;
Two paths that lay beyond me.
One of them is beaten down;
The other one quite gnarly.
I urge you to consider both,
As each have their returns.
The one will be much, much more fun,
The other—you must earn.
The first you will have friends—so many.
And you’ll always be that guy.
But often when the moon comes out,
So will your demons come alive.
With the other do not fret,
The demons will not come.
But doubt will always plague your brain,
At what you could have done.
There are however instances,
You may find among the bramble,
Where the path you took forks yet again,
And yet again, I’ll ramble.
About the paths that you could take,
The beaten or the gnarly.
Each choice you make you may regret,
Just ask poor chained up Marley.
So take a minute, two, or three,
To think about your life.
The time has come for you to,
Make an ex or have a wife.
Or take that job, or buy that house,
Or go home with that stranger.
I promise you that every path,
Has it’s own unique danger.
I’ll see you soon,
You big buffoon,
I’m sure the choice you will regret it.
But I promise you the other path,
Once had—you’ll wish you hadn’t.